I love to write historical erotica and romance mostly
because of the research. I love history, especially the way people used to
live. Don’t get me wrong—I’ve not one of those starry-eyed nostalgia freaks who
longs for the “good old days.” I know well that the old days were not good. We
live in a wonderful period in history and in a great society, (to rip off LBJ).
We have antibiotics, clean air, healthful food and drinkable water. I’m
especially grateful because I lived in China, a developing country, for the
better part of a year. China’s air pollution is famous but few Americans seem
to be aware that the water isn’t drinkable without boiling it.
I wrote the first draft of a Regency, Lord Devere’s
Ward, by drawing upon my experiences traveling in England, reading
other Regency romances, most notably Georgette Heyer, and studying the manners,
mores and art of the time.
Bad water was also the norm in Regency England, but people
weren’t aware of bacteria—the germ theory of disease wasn’t completely
formulated until later in the century. But they knew that foul water was bad,
which accounted for the popularity of tea as well as gin and ale.
I placed the book in 1820, toward the end of the Regency
period, and on the cusp of the Industrial Revolution, so I had a lot of fun
researching the clothes and food of the time.
When researching and writing a novel, I like to base plot
points on some unique aspect of the era. In Devere’s Ward, the
art of the time precipitates a plot twist late in the story. I don’t want to
reveal it, because it’s pretty important, but I will say that because few
people were literate, the news and events of the day were often communicated
via cartoons and broadsides that were pasted to shop windows, walls and
pillars.
I invite you to delve more deeply into this fascinating time
and place by looking at some of the resources available online. I particularly
like Candice Hern’s website, http://candicehern.com/regency.htm,
and the Jane Austen’s World blog (http://janeaustensworld.wordpress.com/).
Here's where you can find Devere's Ward--it's
available in both print and ebook:
When I wrote Sherlock's Scandal, I had Sherlock
and Irene dine before they got into the sexy stuff, so I had the opportunity to
research the food of the time. I fed them roulades of salmon on braised
greens followed by a syllabub, and they drank Champagne. Did I imagine a
realistic meal?
The Champagne, certainly. Wine has been made in the
Champagne region of
France ever since the country was known as Gaul—i.e., since the
Roman era. However, the development of the bubbly drink we now prize came
rather later. The monk Dom Perignon, whose name still adorns bottles of the
finest Champagne, lived from 1638-1715. But according to Wikipedia, his main
focus was ridding the wine of the bubbles, which are the natural result of the
fermentation process. The drink we know today was developed in the nineteenth
century by the house of Veuve Cliquot, which was joined by Krug (1843),Pommery (1858)
and Bollinger (1829).
The fish, also. The Billingsgate market alone sold 136,000
tons of fish annually (http://www.victorianlondon.org/food/feeding.htm) including salmon.
The salmon would likely have come from “the firths and bays of Scotland,” that
country having been long famed for its fine salmon. The greens upon which the
roulades were served may have come from Covent Garden, “the great vegetable
market of the metropolis.”
The dessert, syllabub, had been known in England at least
from the sixteenth century. It’s a pudding of various consistencies—I’ve seen
it thick enough to eat with a spoon, or a thinner concoction poured over fruit
or cake.
If they had enough money, the average Londoner ate well even though food
inspections were intermittent. However, some of the grub they fancied are
somewhat foreign to our palates.
A few examples: Bloaters, a street food, was a cold, smoked herring that was
eaten whole, gills and eyes included. The painting to the left depicts bloaters as
seen by Van Gogh. Calves’ foot jelly—a dish my British mother made until we all
rose up in protest—was also popular. Some of the tastier dishes available on
the street include meat pies—pasties, which you might want to wash down with
ginger beer, a perennial favorite that’s still available.
Here’s where you can buy Sherlock’s
Scandal:
I could go on and on...I've written a lot of historicals and done a lot of thoroughly delightful research... Enjoy!
I guess it's the research that daunts me in the writing. I like fiction and I like history, but the combo seldom does it for me. Considering my background in History, most historical fiction comes off as superficial. So obviously fiction. But, as in everything, if it's done right by the right author, there would be no distractions like provable errors or flights of fancy that had no relationship to history. Maybe it's because I relate better to things I understand on a gut level.
ReplyDeleteI loved Georgette Heyer's Regency novels, too, especially her early ones. Eventually I read a biography of Heyer, and discovered that what she really wanted to write was more rigorous historical work, and she kept writing the romances to support her family while she did the more serious work. The book she considered her real achievement was My Lord John, about John of Gaunt, a younger son of Edward III, and ancestor of several Kings of England. I already knew a bit about that period of history, and wanted to love the book, but it just seemed so dry after the romances! Another of her books, though, An Infamous Army, about the Battle of Waterloo, was more serious than the earlier romances, but still with a touch of romance, and so accurate in its description of the battle itself that it supposedly was required reading for young officer candidates studying tactics and strategy. I admired this one very much.
ReplyDeleteHmm, I’m not sure what point, if any, I had here, except maybe that a spoonful of romance makes the rigorous history go down.
My main interest in research is the possibility of traveling to the locales where a story is set for first hand experience LOL. I really admire authors like you, Suz, who even figure out what people might have eaten.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite historical novels was "Perfume" by Patrick Suskind. Good sense of the atmosphere of the times, especially the odors. Pretty erotic in places too. The movie was actually fairly true to the book too.
ReplyDeleteAdd to the list the dishes my mother made when I was a kid and I couldn't stand the sight of - tripe, potted head - pronounced potted heed, and jellied tongue. Even now, I cringe at the memory of them, along with semolina pudding and tapioca. Ugh.
ReplyDeleteThis is really cool, Suz—like others, I appreciate the focus on food and drink of the times. And I'll have to check out Devere's Ward. I have a weakness for regencies.
ReplyDeleteSuz, this is really interesting. I bet you have files full of information you can't use in a romance novel (where the focus needs to be on a developing relationship between two or more characters, not their relationships with food, clothing, architecture, or modes of travel). Sacchi, I knew that Georgette Heyer wanted to be remembered as a serious novelist. I think she invented the "Regency Romance" (as distinct from novels actually written during the Regency). Daddy X, I've read "Perfume" and admired the period atmosphere, but didn't know there was a movie! Considering how gruesome the plot is, I'm not sure I would want to watch more than once.
ReplyDeleteOn that note, I thought the description of the various competing smells (some less appealing than others) and the consequent demand for perfume in the 1700s seemed totally convincing. Even in my lifetime, I remember a time when most people (adults) seemed to have more body odor than they do now. Most adults smoked cigarettes indoors, and hairspray was a requirement for most women's hairstyles of the 1960s, plus no one seemed allergic to perfume, cologne, or aftershave (or if they were, they suffered in silence). Bathing once a week (or every other day at most) seemed more popular than showering once a day, so smells lingered. Now, it still amazes me sometimes that I can be in a crowded room and not be overwhelmed by the smell of human bodies.